Demonic Oppression


“The words I use or could use cannot do justice to the torment that was my life for five years.”

First of all, let me introduce myself properly. My name is Steve Franklin and I am 22 years old.

I want to make this as clear and understandable as possible. I started drinking, then came cigarettes, then marijuana. After a bit Vicoden entered the picture, then Methadone (synthetic Heroin), and last by not least, Crack. Each of these were individual demons that controlled my will and my body.

The words I use or could use cannot do justice to the torment that was my life for five years.

Many times I wanted to kill myself. I went as far as holding a razor blade to my skin, working it in little by little until the blood was coming from my wrist. This is the first time that I have ever shared this part of my testimony with anyone, so please take it to heart.

I found myself in jail, looking into a chrome toilet and thinking, “I don’t want to throw my life away by growing old in here!” I remembered this particular guy who kept stopping by my house. My sister told me stories about him, but she never could have prepared me for what I was about to see and hear.

It was around the New Year. I got out of jail and decided to go to Church on New Year’s Eve. I ran into one of my mother’s friends, Penny. She asked me how things were going and I told her. I also told her that I wanted to change, beginning with the smoking habit.

She referred me to New Life Deliverance Center. When I went there, I met the guy (Bob Bassler) my sister told me about. I remembered her stories and my first thought was, “Oh, Jesus!” (not a prayer)

I thought, this guy is weird, but he met me at the level of my need. He was real. We prayer and I rededicated my life to Christ and I also received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit. At the Friday night Recovery Meeting, the Lord spoke to me to go up and get prayed for. I was sweating profusely. The Lord delivered me from the spirit of Nicotine. The next Friday, at the meeting the Lord spoke to me again to go up and get delivered from Methadone. I was hesitant because I thought that if I go up and nothing happens, how is that going to bring glory to God? God replied, “Go up, and leave the rest to me. You will be a living testimony for me.” So, I did. The rest is history.

Thank God that I lived to be 22 years old and that I am giving you this testimony!

All we have to do is be willing and obedient! Jesus will set you free!

Steve Franklin